Mistborn Ghostbloods Novels & Stories

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

Edward had died long ago, and I didn't know whether Martin was hallucinating or if he was headed to the underworld; either way, I knew he wasn't in good shape. "I-I will," she said once she got herself together. She slid the thread through the open gash on Martin's neck and began working. It was then that I turned and saw Gwen smiling at me. Her smile was enough to heal every ache in my body. I could still taste the sweet flavor of her blood in my mouth. I knew that her blood was special, but I didn’t know to what extent, and I feel like this was only scratching the surface of what it could do…

“Swore in blood. That oath did not burn with the fire.” The men lowered their heads. One cut his palm and let the blood drip onto the floor. The others followed, crimson staining the dirt. Matthias dragged the blade across his own ruined skin, letting the blood fall. The pain anchored him. “We are ghosts,” he whispered. “Invisible. Unstoppable. The world thinks us gone—so let us move in silence until the world bends again to our shadow.” Their eyes shone with fanatic light. His empire was reborn, not in splendor, but in ash and blood. Stronger. Meaner. Hidden.

“Your old stomping grounds. Filth in tailored suits. The rot under the city’s skin. They run the dirtiest businesses—guns, drugs, flesh, laundering—and when things need breaking, they’re the hammer. Most of the crimes staining our streets? Their fingerprints are on them.” My jaw tightened, but I said nothing. He went on. “The second—Blood Moon Empire. Shadows with blades. They don’t care about money, not really. They’re killers. Assassins. Spies. When someone with too much power wants someone else erased, it’s Blood Moon they call. A ghost’s empire. They live for the kill, and they don’t miss.” He tapped ash into the tray, eyes flicking to me. “Cross them, and you won’t see it coming.”

My hands curled at my sides. One stepped closer. Its muzzle was cracked like porcelain, its eyes hollow but aware. The spiral light bled through its chest in slow rotations. “You carry more than breath,” it whispered. “You carry a howl unfinished.” My pulse stuttered. The hum faltered, waiting. I looked into the ghost’s face and saw a trace of my own. The same jaw. The same scar. The same stubborn mouth. “I am not finished yet,” I said. The light shuddered through the circle. The spirits did not vanish. They only swayed, slow as wind through long grass.

My soul was trembling in fear. The heartbeat kept on growing, fading. Over time the sound was increasing. A dusty window from where a gust of wind came caught my attention as I moved my head following it. Just at that moment, the flashlight fell on my eyes, and I glanced back at the entrance with a minimal gaze. I noticed a shadow standing in front of me, wearing a long white blanket and holding a lantern in one hand. "ARHHHHHH!" I screamed, rivalled by the blast of thunder and rain.

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

"It's possible that Alpha Grayson doesn't know Thantos's reputation for killing children." The fire in Iselyn's eyes continues to burn as she glares at him. "Screw you." "You're purebloods," Jace says. "Royalty in Thantos's eyes. It's also possible that he'd rather offer you some kind of deal than kill you and waste your blood." "Yeah," Ice scoffs. "So it's really a fifty-fifty split." I say softly. "Between whether his love of blood trumps his loathing of our father."

When it comes back I’m on my knees again, gasping, but I still crawl forward, still rise. “Three minutes,” Ghost calls. They hit me harder. Faster. No mercy. I don’t ask for any. I drop again, face-first into the mud, body refusing to move. Everything is pain. Everything is perfect. I push up one last time, legs trembling, blood pouring from too many places, and I stand. I stand. I look each of them in the eye, Knox, Titan, Blaze, Wrath, and I smile like the devil himself. “Time,” Ghost says quietly.

Together with Gio. We walked into the house and the first thing I saw was a dead body on the ground with a pool of blood around him. Fucking hell. I think he shit himself. 'Come on, be silent.' Gio whispered. I squeezed his hand in response, afraid someone would hear me when I would speak out loud. I heard screaming and triggers being pulled. I saw Lucas and Damien standing in the door and I let out a big sigh of relieve. 'Fucking hell, boys. You made me pee myself a little.'